His cold, dead eyes looked up at me, and I pressed my fingertips to the lids, closing them and forever shuttering the memories of the nightmarish hell he’d forced me into. Leaning over, I kissed him on the forehead, whispering to his lifeless body, “I hope you rot in hell.”
The night I killed my father, I stopped hiding, although I hadn’t actually started living.
The sounds of footsteps down what I guessed was a hallway had me blinking the memory away as I prepared for whoever was out there to come in. The doorknob turned and the door cracked open slightly, but from my position against the wall, I was hidden.
“I said leave her alone until I have time to figure this shit out,” a man bellowed, and whoever was opening the door closed it again.
I was safe, for the time being, but I needed to get out of here. I needed to make sure Matthew and Anna were safe. I needed to make sure Hailey and Colton weren’t worried.
But most important of all, I needed to kill that fucking bitch and her dumbass accomplices. They scared my kids and are suggesting making Anna endure something so horrible, it would change everything about her life forever.
Over their dead bodies. No one threatens my children.
Chapter 40
Stella
The sun was startingto fall low in the sky when I woke, and I had to wonder how long I’d passed out for. I still had the coat hanger in my hand and my clothes were still intact, so I guessed no one had entered the room while I wasn’t awake. By now, Colton had to know I was missing, so I just had to hang on long enough for him to find me.
If everything I’d learned about the Death Hounds and Devlin was true, there was no way they weren’t searching high and low to locate me. But where the hell was I? The neighborhood outside the dirty window was run down but not decrepit, so I was at a total loss. I didn’t know how long I was unconscious from Araneta’s initial attack, so trying to guess where I was would be futile.
“How are we supposed to get her out of here when there are all those damn bikers riding around everywhere?” yelled the man who seemed to be in charge. “You really fucked us this time, you stupid fucking cunt. How could you take someone associated with them?”
“How was I to know they’d actually come looking for her? I thought she was just some stupid whore to my ex. I didn’t know,” Araneta whined, and the sound of someone getting smacked hard came through the door.
“You didn’t know?” hollered another man. “How long were you married into that club? Seven years? How could you possibly think they wouldn’t come looking for her?” I smiled to myself.
I couldn’t be too far from Portstill if the Death Hounds were close. Or hell, I could be far away, but at least they had some idea where I was, so I just had to survive until they found me.
Reaching up, I gently touched the large goose egg on the back of my head and winced from the pain. Checking my hand, I didn’t see any wet blood, so I hoped the bleeding had stopped. The dizziness wasn’t as bad as it had been earlier, and when I tried to stand, I noticed the nausea was bearable.
“Why don’t we just kill her and make our escape?” Araneta asked with barely contained worry in her voice.
I think she was realizing that she’d severely fucked up, and now, she was willing to kill me to save her own skin. Like hell I’d be taken out by a drug-addicted cunt when I’d fought so hard for close to ten years total against Adrik. I refused to be taken away from Hailey again, and Matthew and Anna and I were just getting started with our new family. Araneta had no idea the hornets’ nest she’d kicked when she decided to attack me.
“Where have you been?” the man I was calling the leader asked, and I couldn’t hear the response. “Go to your room and get ready for bed.”